WINGS OF AN ANGEL

She lives in the forest
She lives in the breeze
I bow to her beauty
I’m brought to my knees.

Wings of an angel
Her voice, a love song
Serenading my heartache
When she comes along.

Walk with me, talk with me
Whisper my name
Since the first day I met you
I was never the same.

Her eyes see it all
No need to hold back
She carries my dreams
In a small emerald sack.

Her spirit, the wonder
The magic and more
The stories she tells me
Never heard them before.

Tea cakes and teacups
A fine summer’s brunch
I’ve always been welcome
For breakfast or lunch.

She’s friends with the hobbits
And the fairies nearby
She talks to the frogs
And the sweet butterflies.

All of the creatures…. she knows
Come and go
Her neighbors above her
Her neighbors below.

I sit near the clearing
Until she appears
Knowing that soon
She will be here.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories. View all posts by Patty Richardson